[Dragon Family/blood and Fire]shadow of Thunder
[龙之家族/血与火]雷霆之影
by Cici's Sweetheart Meow (cici的甜心喵)
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Tags
- ThemeWestern Fanfiction
- POVFemale Lead
- Age21+
- Angst
- British & American Fandom
- Otome
- Power Couple
- Twist of Fate
- Western Fantasy World
Synopsis
Amidst the thunder that tore the sky and the seven-day storm on Dragonstone, Magna Targaryen was born. Her eyes of different colors - violet and emerald green - are the mark of her grandmother Alessa and the first prophecy of fate. The cold last words of her mother, Queen Emma, "protect Rhaenyra" became her lifelong shackles, but they also forged her iron will. When she was six years old, she tamed her great-grandfather Jaehaerys's dragon Vormithor in the smoking volcanic cave. The roar of the bronze beast resounded through Dragon Mountain, announcing that the rumors of "Megor's reincarnation" were not groundless. The Red Keep of King's Landing is a gilded cage. Her father, Viserys, tried to tie up the unruly female dragon with marriage; her daughter, Allison, had a poisoned needle hidden under her green skirt; the violet flame in her sister Rhaenyra's eyes burned her obsession with the throne and her growing fear and jealousy of her sister. The bloody battle on the Stepstone Islands won Magna the crown of "Queen of the Narrow Sea", but it also ignited the most dangerous fuse in the game of power. Prince Daemon's playful coronation was like a viper whispering in her ear: Look, who is the real threat to the Iron Throne? Family affection is twisted and deformed in the furnace of power. She watched Lannar turn to ashes, hugging the urn in the cold wind of Tidehead Island; when Aemond, the young man who regarded her as the only moonlight since childhood and has now grown into a twisted viper, fought to the death with Lothris, Magna held the sharp blade that stabbed him with her bare hands. Blood beads slid across her emerald pupils. She turned the tip of the knife to her heart and carved an eternal vow in the boy's ear: "I want you to always remember that your life was exchanged for my blood." Marriage to Aegon was a political prison. The bloody episode of the wedding and Aemond's ghostly whisper in the middle of the night - "I'll be crazier than Daemon" - all foreshadow the coming storm. In the bloody battle on the Iron Islands, the screams of Wormithor, and the exclamations of Lucreth and Aegon, she blocked the fatal arrow for them, but was branded with shackles in an even crazier way by Aemond on the hospital bed: "We are the same kind... Now you can never escape." On the night when his father Viserys died, the dragon's rope burned scorch marks on Vormishor's neck. In front of the guillotine, Otto Hightower was triumphant, but the poor people of King's Landing lit the torch of resistance for her. Princess Rhaenys rode the red dragon Melias through the colored window, and the glass flew like a rain of blood. During the escape, Helena's prophecy was like a death knell: "Don't go to Storm's End! You will become a star in the snow..." The violent storm in Shipbreaker Bay tore apart the sky and the earth. Magna made her final choice when Aemond's Vhagar bit the dragon Arax of Lythris. She leaped onto the dying dragon's back and pushed Lucilis towards Vormishor. The next moment, Aemond's sword penetrated her chest, almost stabbing her heart. She fell into the cold sea, her life or death unknown. The young man's roar and Wormisor's lamentation set off huge waves - until the blood-stained black fire sword reappeared in the distant wind and snow. Outside the Great Wall, under the Heart Tree, the dying Aemond pressed the lost Magna against the scarred tree trunk. Her silver hair was covered with frost, and the emerald green of her left eye had long since faded to gray. "Tell me your name." He begged, licking the old wound on her neck, but only tasted the freezing of his own soul. Many years later, the wind and snow outside the Great Wall buried the past. The old Aemond rubbed the sword marks on the heart tree, and the silver hair looming under the ice was like the cold moon that could never be perfect in their broken and entangled lives. (I have not finished reading the original work. I have personal settings and poor writing. Some of the characters' ages have been modified according to the original work, including the ages of Lanner and Cole. The characters' emotions are confusing. If you don't like it, don't read it.) Purpose: to reverse destiny